MINT
"Mummy, mummy! Come see, it's a periwinkle!" Standing by the shore of the sea, Eleanor yelled to her mother, her right hand beckoning on her presence as her left hand pointed at something on the floor.
I watched from where I stood. Carla smiled at Elliot, whispered something in his left ear. The boy smiled, nodding his head.
Elliot Singer. My son.
I had searched for the perfect opportunity to talk to him since he arrived. But I knew Carla would not let me get any closer than I had to, except there was a reason to.
When she rose up from where they lay, bodies sprawled on the warm beach sand, I saw my opportunity starring me in the face.
I watched as Carla graciously walked to where her daughter stood.
In her white bikini bra and white beach scarf tied around her waist like
